Comments about Richard Deutch
Photo Of Home From Home
I used to leave this granite house
after everyone else was asleep,
and, walking down the hill, come to the
woods just behind you snapped
this photo, old friend, who think I can bear
to look at it.
The full moon loomed so close
I'd think I could reach out and gather it
into folds, until I noticed
one star fallen out of the side,
blinking to know where it was,
dead probably, by then, or now.
One night when I was seven
I stood in the dining room, staring
at the decanter on the drinks cart
shining like fool's gold, its liquor ...